Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.